"Be unassuming. Otherwise, you'll cry."
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I wept.

Bellows of grief from a place I have never known.

Sadness from the gut. 

The wrenching of my insides. 

I wept.

Echoes from a bottomless pit of sadness, I did not tire.

Days turned to weeks, turned to months. 

I coughed up anger and aspiration. 

I wept.

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